Chapter 960

It's just a barrier! Just break it!

Thinking of this, Artosh clenched his right fist, mobilized his divine power, and punched the space barrier in front of him.

Then, just like a replica of the scene just now.

His fist passed the barrier and came from behind him.

"Bang".

It hit his shoulder hard.

If Artosh hadn't noticed it and relieved his strength.

Otherwise, with his strength, he might have broken his bones.

Such a scene was transmitted to all the Flügel through the space-time barrier.

The girls of the Flügel were shocked.

Although they didn't directly see the decisive battle between Su Mo and Artosh before.

But they also felt the terrifying degree of power of both sides from the horror that came from the battlefield from time to time.

In their opinion, the battle between Su Mo and Artosh must be a fight between dragons and tigers, but one person was slightly better.

But they didn't expect it at all.

Artosh, 10,000 years ago, would be trapped by Su Mo in a face-to-face encounter.

It was a complete crushing situation.

Ten thousand years is not a long time for the Old Gods.

Artosh's strength during this period must not have improved much.

Judging from Su Mo's performance.

It is very likely that even after ten thousand years, he will have the strength to crush Artosh.

After realizing this, even Jibril almost couldn't close her mouth.

—— Could it be that in the decisive battle just now, Master Su Mo also let him win?

In fact, Su Mo didn't let him win, he let the sea win.

Whether it was the Sword of Bahram or the power of the Anti-God Special Attack, it was useless. It was just an experiment of the [Right Light] technique.

However, Artosh ten thousand years ago could not understand this.

980 finally realized that this space barrier and the gap were made of the same material.

After looking around, He finally chose to give up.

He did want to challenge a strong enemy.

But if he didn't want to kill himself, it couldn't be called a battle.

It was too stupid.

Since it is impossible to cross this barrier, there is no point in trying again.

So——

"Who are you?"

After calming down, Artosh asked Su Mo this question again.

This time, Su Mo did not ignore him.

Instead, he answered.

"I am the one who will end your life one day."

Hearing this, Artosh stood up again.

"Since we have to fight sooner or later, why not today?"

Artosh's request was simple.

Fight! Fight! Let's fight!

Su Mo ignored this question again and asked the same question he had asked before.

"What do you want?"

Artosh gave his usual answer.

"Fight, and strong enemies!"

"Lie!"

Su Mo denied his answer without hesitation.

"If what you crave is battles and strong enemies, why do you feel more empty after the battle with Hatirem?"

"Take a good look at your face, you don't look satisfied.".

883 Su Mo, the Creator of the Flügel

Generally speaking, after a wish is fulfilled.

Although you will enter a period of sage time, you can feel satisfied before that.

For someone like Artosh, after the battle, there is no aftertaste at all, but it seems more empty than before, which is obviously a bit strange.

"Expression?"

Hearing Su Mo say this, Artosh lowered his head and looked at the sea under his feet.

The light reflected from the sea is not clear, but the eyesight of the god is enough for him to capture his appearance.

The face of the God of War is as hard as a statue, and only in the golden pupils can you see some fragments of emotion.

For example - disappointment.

Wait! Why is he disappointed?

"What exactly do I desire?"

The God of War Artosh, who defeated Hatirem, the [End Dragon], and truly fully established his position as the [Strongest], asked Su Mo in front of him this question.

I don't know what I want.

I still need to ask others.

Although it seems ridiculous, it is actually the norm in the world.

Su Mo did not give a direct answer to this question.

But he said this.

"When you figure it out completely, that's when you really get the chance to fulfill your long-cherished wish."

Here, he added.

"By then, if you still want to fight, I won't refuse."

Hearing Su Mo say this.

Artosh's eyes lit up.

Although he himself didn't know what the wish hidden in his heart was now.

But his intuition told him.

If Su Mo agreed to fight him.

His wish could be truly fulfilled.

After getting the promise, Artosh, who saw Su Mo's power, no longer wanted to make a move and tried to attack him.

But he shifted his attention to another problem.

"What will it take to figure it out? How can I figure it out?"

At this moment, he still placed his hope on Su Mo.

Su Mo was not surprised by this situation.

"The Gods are a race born from prayers and are born strong."

"But if you just squander your own power, then the so-called strong are nothing more than empty puppets, just like you are now."

"If you want to be truly redeemed, try to understand the thinking mode of the weak!"

"A mind without matching power is destined to be just an empty shell!"

It is obviously the strongest, but it cannot get rid of the curse of emptiness.

For such Artosh, what is lacking is the experience of the soul.

This has nothing to do with strength.

Having the strongest will and the lack of soul are not contradictory things.

Hearing Su Mo's suggestion, Artosh pondered for a few seconds, and then asked in confusion.

"Understanding the weak... How to do it?"

He is very skilled in ravaging the weak.

Understandable.

It seems impossible to make the dragon flying in the sky understand the ants buried in the pit.

For his question.

Su Mo has already thought of a solution.

"Since you claim to be the strongest, everything in the world is weak to you, so there is no need to look for the weakest type."

"However, the purpose of observing the weak is to observe yourself in the end."

"However, how about you create a new race directly?"

Su Mo suggested casually.

"Children born from your own wings are both weak and part of you."

"If you observe their behavior, it will surely help you understand yourself better."

After hearing Su Mo's words.

Artosh fell into deep thought.

And ten thousand years later, the young girls of the Flügel race gathered in front of the screen, but they exploded directly.

"What's going on, meow? It turns out that our birth was proposed by that adult?"

Seeing this scene, Azriel's mind was a little confused.

She never expected that Su Mo, the "enemy who killed his father", was actually her "biological parent"?

"It shouldn't be just a proposal."

Raphael judged calmly.

"Otherwise, Master Artosh wouldn't call Master Sumo our original creator."

"Uh... Then what should we call each other in the future?"

The Flügel, who had vowed to die rather than become the followers of their enemies, were completely shaken.

Even Jibril nodded her lips with interest after seeing this scene.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a fate between Master Sumo and me... So, the master is also his father god?"

Not to mention the commotion on the Flügel side.

Time goes back to 10,000 years ago.

After thinking about it, Artosh nodded and agreed to Sumo's proposal.

Seeing this, Sumo also released the restrictions of the space barrier.

Because creating life is a more complicated matter, they did not do it on the spot.